I want that paper boy doll." "But it's your regular turn," coaxed Elise, "and I'd much rather go down to the depot to meet the girls than go riding." "So would I," said Kitty, spurring the procession of ants to faster speed with her slipper toe.

Then she sat up and considered the matter a moment.
"Oh, well," she said, presently, "I don't care, after all.

If it will oblige you any I'll let you off, and take the pony myself." "Oh, thank you, sister," cried Elise.
"They'll only be at the depot a few minutes," continued the wily Kitty.
"So I'll drive down to meet them in style in the cart, and then I'll go up to Locust with them, beside the carriage, and hear all about the trip first of anybody." "I wish I'd thought of that," said Elise, a shade of disappointment in her big dark eyes.
"I'll tell you," proposed Allison, enthusiastically, "We'll _all_ go down in the pony-cart to meet them together.

That would be the nicest way to do." "Oh!" was Kitty's cool reply, "I had thought of going by for Katy or Corinne." Then, seeing the disappointment in the faces opposite, she added, "But maybe I might change my mind.

Have you got anything to trade for a chance to go ?" This transfer of possessions which they carried on was like a continuous game, of which they never tired, because of its endless variety.